Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
I've got a few things I say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the
I hover the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over and I rest in the west
hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a conscience in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, running through the
wit a hoodie and black hat down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the jewels wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap
Springin on the rhyme I man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
shit, riff with dipshits
This shit is the style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
down low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley outgrow when you step
To the black a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
Take it to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid like Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
Gettin' wild the art of the rumble,
amount to be smarter than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me round from the start, you crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors never know the right
Have to bail the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I 'em like acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
cretins grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, rising up,

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but will I a jerkin
I proceed to bust a
'cause I trust the design in the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
What a to the race of wack mc's
I am because I to stand my ground
and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned entry attained
And the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've given the rhythm
that just the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their world
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the fellas and men exploting my culture
Can't understand every that you touch
was as up scun? be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The that covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I we already established the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, all the whole flock
We just one magic style
I'm 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or over no at the plot
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the camels being up
The men, loading up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the bottom
Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious
that I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics came out his mother's stomach
covered the lyrics that kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can colors rhyme
And have the goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the time big up ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly with little, little words
That you would tug at the line, pullin' the
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' home
You even back a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me wreck stage
Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' my waist
And watch me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Born that made lyrics born, lyrics born
And suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you used to play my on the way to the vapor